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July  i,  1895. 


King  of  the 

Golden  River 


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FIRST  GRADE     {Large  type) 

iEsop's  Fables— I 
yEsop's  Fables— 2 
Selections  from  y£sop — I 
Selections  from  y£sop — 2 
.  Story  of  the  Buds 

What  Annie  Saw^    {Nature  Stories') 
Flower  Friends    T 
The  Butterfly  Baby 
Plant  Babies 
Babes  of  the  Wood 
Babes  of  the  Meadow 

SECOND  GRADE 

Little  Red  Riding  Hood 
Jack  and  the  Beanstalk 
Roots  and  Stems 
Bird  Friends 
Flower  Friends     II. 
Flower  Friends     III. 
Legends  of  the  Springtime     I. 
Legends  of  the  Springtime     II. 
Robinson  Crusoe     I. 
Robinson  Crusoe     II. 
Robinson  Crusoe     III. 
Robinson  Crusoe     IV. 
Children  of  History     I. 
Children  of  History     II. 
Flower  World 
{Brush  Studies  for  Seat  Work.) 

THIRD;  GRADE/'  j 

I  Grimm's  Fairy  T(ales— i 

4  Grimm's  Fai\y;TaIe£-^-2 

9  Story  of  Bvystrtt  ' '  «  '-'  l  '  « "      l  *  ' ' l 

1 3  Selections  from  Grimm — I 

14  Selections  from  Grimm — 2 

20  Stories  from  Garden  and  Field     I. 

21  Stories  from  Garden  and  Field     II. 

25  Story  of  Columbus 

26  Story  of  Israel  Putnam 

27  Story  of  William  Penn 

28  Story  of  Washington 
20  Story  of  Franklin 
30  Story  of  Webster 


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THIRD   GRADE     {Continued) 

31     Story  of  Lincoln 

35  Story  of  Lowell 

36  Story  of  Tennyson 

42  Story  of  Whittier 

43  Story  of  Cooper 

44  Story  of  Fulton 

45  Story  of  the  Pilgrims 

46  Story  of  the  Boston  Tea  Party 
48  Story  of  Eli  Whitney 

60  Story  of  Edison 

61  Story  of  Hawthorne 

62  Story  of  S.  F.  B.  Morse 

63  Story  of  Louisa  M .  Alcott 

64  Story  of  James  Watt 

68  Story  of  the  Norsemen 

69  Puss  in  Boots 

70  Story  of  Stephenson 

71  Story  of  Irving 

72  Story  of  Pocahontas 

81     Story  of  Cyrus  W.  Field 

95  Stories  of  Revolution     I. 

{Lexington  and  Concord) 

96  Stories  of  the  Revolution     II. 

{British  Driven  from  Boston) 
101     Stories  of  Revolution     III. 

( Battle  of  Long  Lsla nd) 
120     Liberty  Bell 

FOURTH  GRADE 

Hawthorne's  Golden  Touch 

Story  of  Holmes 

Story  of  La  Salle 

Story  of  Longfellow 

De  Soto 

Marquette 

Story  of  Boone 

Pioneers  of  the  West 

Fremont  and  Carson 

Stories  and  Rhymes  of  Woodland     I. 

Stories  and  Rhymes  of  Woodland     II. 

Stories  and  Rhymes  of  Birdland     I. 

Stories  and  Rhymes  of  Birdland     II. 

Stories  and  Rhymes  of  Flowerland     I. 

Stories  and  Rhymes  of  Flowerland     II. 

Selections  from  Longfellow 


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THE  KING  OF  THE  GOLDEN  RIVER 

I. 

In  a  secluded  and  mountainous  part  of  Styria  there  was, 
in  old  time,  a  valley  of  the  most  surprising  and  luxuriant 
fertility.  It  was  surrounded  on  all  sides  by  steep  and 
rocky  mountains,  rising  into  peaks,  which  were  always 
covered  with  snow,  and  from  which  a  number  of  torrents 
descended  in  constant  cataracts.  One  of  these  fell 
westward,  over  the  face  of  a  crag  so  high  that,  when 
the  sun  had  set  to  everything  else,  and  all  below  was 
darkness,  his  beams  still  shone  full  upon  this  waterfall,  so 
that  it  looked  like  a  shower  of  gold.  It  was  therefore 
called  by  the  people  of  the  neighborhood. the  Golden  River. 
It  was  strange  that  none  of  these  streams  fell  into  the 
valley  itself.  They  all  descended  on  the  other  side  of 
the  mountains,  and  wound  away  through  broad  plains  and 
by  populous  cities,  (put  the  clouds  were  drawn  so  con- 
stantly to  the  snowy  hills,  and  rested  so  softly  in  the 
circular  hollow,  that,  in  time  of  drought  and  heat,  when  all 
the  country  round  was  burnt  up,  there  was  still  rain  in  the 
little  valley  ;]and  its  crops  were  so  heavy,  and  its  hay  so 
high,  and  its  apples  so  red,  and  its  grapes  so  blue,  and  its 
wine  so  rich,  and  its  honey  so  sweet,  that  it  was  a  marvel 
to  every  one  who  beheld  it,  and  was  commonly  called  the 
Treasure  Valley. 

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2  THE  KING   OF   THE   GOLDEN  RIVER.  ' 

The  whole  of  this  little  valley  belonged  to  three  brothers, 
called  Schwartz,  Huns,- and  Gluck.  Schwartz  and  Hans, 
the  two  £ldei%  br.ojtjiqrs^  were  very  ugly  men,  with  over- 
hanging, eyebrows  and  small,  .dull  eyes,  which  were  always 
half  shut,  so  that  you  couldn't  see  into  them,  and 
always  fancied  they  saw  very  far  into  you.  They  lived  by 
farming  the  Treasure  Valley,  and  very  good  farmers  they 
were.  They  killed  everything  that  did  not  pay  for  its 
eating.  They  shot  the  blackbirds,  because  they  pecked 
the  fruit ;  and  killed  the  hedgehogs,  lest  they  should  suck 
the  cows ;  they  poisoned  the  crickets  for  eating  the  crumbs 
in  the  kitchen  ;  and  smothered  the  cicadas,  which  used  to 
sing  all  summer  in  the  lime-trees.  They  worked  their 
servants  without  any  wages,  till  they  would  not  work  any 
more,  and  then  quarrelled  with  them,  and  turned  them  out 
of  doors  without  paying  them.  It  would  have  been  very 
odd  if,  with  such  a  farm,  and  such  a  system  of  farming, 
they  had  n't  got  very  rich ;  and  very  rich  they  did  get. 
They  generally  contrived  to  keep  their  corn  by  them  till 
it  was  very  dear,  and  then  sell  it  for  twice  its  value ;  they 
had  heaps  of  gold  lying  about  on  their  floors,  yet  it  was 
never  known  that  they  had  given  so  much  as  a  penny  or 
a  crust  in  charity  ;  they  never  went  to  mass  ;  grumbled 
perpetually  at  paying  tithes;  and  were,  in  a  word,  of  so 
cruel  and  grinding  a  temper,  as  to  receive  from  all  those 
with  whom  they  had  any  dealings,  the  nickname  of  the 
''Black  Brothers. " 

The  youngest  brother,  Gluck,  was  as  completely  opposed, 
in  both  appearance  and  character,  to  his  seniors  as  could 
possibly  be  imagined  or  desired.  He  was  not  above  twelve 
years  old,  fair,  blue- eyed,  and  kind  in  temper  to  every 


THE   KING   OF  THE   GOLDEN  RIVER.  £ 

living  thing.  He  did  not,  of  course,  agree  particularly 
well  with  his  brothers,  or,  rather,  they  did  not  agree  with 
him.  He  was  usually  appointed  to  the  honorable  office  of 
turnspit,  when  there  was  anything  to  roast,  which  was  not 
often  ;  for,  to  do  the  brothers  justice,  they  were  hardly 
less  sparing  upon  themselves  than  upon  other  people.  At 
other  times  he  used  to  clean  the  shoes,  the  floors,  and 
sometimes  the  plates,  occasionally  getting  what  was  left  on 
them,  by  way  of  encouragement,  and  a  wholesome  quantity 
of  dry  blows,  by  way  of  education. 

Things  went  on  in  this  manner  for  a  long  time.  At  last 
came  a  very  wet  summer,  and  everything  went  wrong  in 
the  country  round.  The  hay  had  hardly  been  got  in,  when 
the  haystacks  were  floated  bodily  down  to  the  sea  by  an 
inundation  ;  the  vines  were  cut  to  pieces  with  the  hail ;  the 
corn  was  all  killed  by  a  black  blight ;  only  in  the  Treasure 
Valley,  as  usual,  all  was  safe.  As  it  had  rain  when  there 
was  rain  nowhere  else,  so  it  had  sun  when  there  was  sun 
nowhere  else.  Everybody  came  to  buy  corn  at  the  farm, 
and  went  away  pouring  maledictions  on  the  Black  Brothers. 
They  asked  what  they  liked,  and  got  it,  except  from  the 
poor  people,  who  could  only  beg,  and  several  of  whom 
were  starved  at  their  very  door,  without  the  slightest 
regard  or  notice. 

It  was  drawing  toward  winter,  and  very  cold  wTeather, 
when  one  day  the  two  elder  brothers  had  gone  out,  with 
their  usual  warning  to  little  Gluck,  who  was  left  to  mind 
the  roast,  that  he  was  to  let  nobody  in,  and  give  nothing 
out.  Gluck  sat  down  quite  close  to  the  fire,  for  it  was 
raining  very  hard,  and  the  kitchen  walls  were  by  no  means 
dry  or  comfortable  looking.     He  turned  and  turned,  and 


4  THE  KING  OF  THE   GOLDEN  RIVER. 

the  roast  got  nice  and  brown.  "What  a  pity,"  thought 
Gluck,  "my  brothers  never  ask  anybody  to  dinner.  I'm 
sure,  when  they've  got  such  a  nice  piece  of  mutton  as  this, 
and  nobody  else  has  got  so  much  as  a  piece  of  dry  bread,  it 
would  do  their  hearts  good  to  have  somebody  to  eat  it  with 
them.', 

Just  as  he  spoke  there  came  a  double  knock  at  the 
house-door,  yet  heavy  and  dull,  as  though  the  knocker  had 
been  tied  up,  —  more  like  a  puff  than  a  knock. 

"It  must  be  the  wind,"  said  Gluck  ;  "nobody  else  would 
venture  to  knock  double  knocks  at  our  door." 

No  ;  it  wasn't  the  wind  ;  there  it  came  again  very  hard, 
and,  what  was  particularly  astounding,  the  knocker  seemed 
to  be  in  a  hurry,  and  not  to  be  in  the  least  afraid  of  the 
consequences.  Gluck  went  to  the  window,  opened  it,  and 
put  his  head  out  to  see  who  it  A\as. 

It  was  the  most  extraodinary-looking  little  gentlemanihe 
had  ever  seen  in  his  life.  He  had  a  very  large  nose, 
slightly  brass-colored ;  his  cheeks  were  very  round  and 
very  red,  and  might  have  warranted  a  supposition\that  he 
had  been  blowing  a  refractory  fire  for  the  last  eight-and- 
forty  hours  ;  his  eyes  twinkled  merrily  through  long  silky 
eyelashes,  his  mustaches  curled  twice  round  like  a  cork- 
screw on  each  side  of  his  mouth,  and  his  hair,  of  a  curious 
mixed  pepper-and-salt  color,  descended  far  over  his 
shoulders.  He  was  about  four  feet  six  in  height,  and  wore 
a  conical  pointed  cap  of  nearly  the  same  altitude,  decorated 
with  a  black  feather  some  three  feet  long.  His  doublet 
was  prolonged  behind  into  something  resembling  a  violent 
exaggeration  of  what  is  now  termed  a  "swallow-tail,"  but 
was  much  obscured  by  the  swelling  folds  of  an  enormous 


THE  KING   OP   THE   GOLDEN   RLVER.  5 

black,  glossy-looking  cloak,  which  must  have  been  very 
much  too  long  in  calm  weather,  as  the  wind,  whistling 
round  the  old  house,  carried  it  clear  out  from  the  wearer's 
shoulders  to  about  four  times  his  own  length. 

Gluck  was  so  perfectly  paralyzed  by  the  singular  appear- 
ance of  his  visitor,  that  he  remained  fixed  without  uttering 
a  word,  until  the  old  gentleman,  having  performed  another 
and  a  more  energetic  concerto  on  the  knocker,  turned 
round  to  look  after  his  fly-away  cloak.  In  so  doing  he 
caught  sight  of  Gluck's  little  yellow  head  jammed  in  the 
window,  with  its  mouth  and  eyes  very  wide  open  indeed. 

"Hollo!"  said  the  little  gentleman,  "that's  not  the  way 
to  answer  the  door;  I'm  wet,  let  me  in." 

To  do  the  little  gentleman  justice,  he  was  wet.  His 
feather  hung  down  between  his  legs  like  a  beaten  puppy's 
tail,  dripping  like  an  umbrella;  and  from  the  ends  of  his 
mustaches  the  water  was  running  into  his  waistcoat-pockets 
and  out  again  like  a  mill-stream. 

"I  beg  pardon,  sir,"  said  Gluck,  "I'm  very  sorry,  but  I 
really  can't." 

"Can't  what?"  said  the  old  gentleman. 

"I  can't  let  you  in,  sir, — I  can't,  indeed;  my  brothers 
would  beat  me  to  death,  sir,  if  I  thought  of  such  a  thing. 
What  do  you  want,  sir?" 

"Want?"  said  the  old  gentleman,  petulantly,  "I  want 
tire  and  shelter;  and  there's  your  great  fire  there,  blazing, 
crackling,  and  dancing  on  the  walls,  with  nobody  to  feel 
it.     Let  me  in,  I  say  ;  I  only  want  to  warm  myself." 

(J luck  had  had  his  head,  by  this  time,  so  long  out  of  the 
window  that  he  began  to  feel  it  was  really  unpleasantly 
cold,    and    when    he    turned,    and    saw   the    beautiful    fire 


6  THE   KING  OF   THE   GOLDEN  RIVER. 

rustling  and  roaring,  and  throwing  long  bright  tongues  up 
the  chimney,  as  if  it  were  licking  its  chops  at  the  savory 
smell  of  the  leg  of  mutton,  his  heart  melted  within  him  that 
it  should  be  burning  away  for  nothing.  "He  does  look 
very  wet,"  said  little  Gluck ;  "I'll  just  let  him  in  for  a 
quarter  of  an  hour."  Round  he  went  to  the  door,  and 
opened  it ;  and  as  the  little  gentleman  walked  in,  through  the 
house  came  a  gust  of  wind  that  made  the  old  chimneys  totter. 
That's  a  good  boy,"  said  the  little  gentleman.  "Never 
iind  your  brothers.     I'll  talk  to  them." 

Pray  sir,  don't  do  any  such  thing,"  said  Gluck.  "I 
can't  let  you  stay  till  they  come ;  they'd  be  the  death 
of  me." 

"Dear  me,"  said  the  old  gentleman,  "I'm  very  sorry  to 
hear  that.     How  long  may  I  stay?" 

"Only  till  the  mutton's  done,  sir,"  replied  Gluck,  "and 
it's  very  brown." 

Then  the  old  gentleman  walked  into  the  kitchen,  and  sat 
himself  down  on  the  hob,  with  the  top  of  his  cap  accommo- 
dated up  the  chimney,  for  it'was  a  great  deal  too  high  for 
the  roof. 

"You'll  soon  dry  there,  sir,"  said  Gluck,  and  sat  down 
again  to  turn  the  mutton.  But  the  old  gentleman  did  not 
dry  there,  but  went  on  drip,  drip,  dripping  among  the 
cinders,  and  the  fire  fizzed  and  sputtered,  and  began  to 
look  very  black  and  uncomfortable ;  never  was  such  a 
cloak ;  every  fold  in  it  ran  like  a  gutter. 

"I  beg  pardon,  sir,"  said  Gluck  at  length,  after  watching 
the  water  spreading  in  long,  quicksilver-like  streams  over 
the  floor  for  a  quarter  of  an  hour ;  "  may  n't  I  take  your 
cloak?" 


THE   KING   OF   THE  GOLDEN  RIVER.  7 

"No,  thank  you,"  said  the  old  gentleman. 

"Your  cap,  sir?" 

"I'm  all  right,  thank  you,"  said  the  old  gentleman, 
rather  gruffly. 

"But  —  sir — I'm  very  sorry,"  said  Gluck,  hesitatingly  ; 
"but  —  really,  sir  —  you're  putting  the  fire  out." 

"It'll  take  longer  to  do  the  mutton,  then,"  replied  his 
visitor,  dryly. 

Gluck  was  very  much  puzzled  by  the  behavior  of  his 
guest;  \i  was  such  a  strange  mixture  of  coolness  and 
humility.  He  turned  away  at  *he  string  meditatively  for 
another  five  minutes. 

"That  mutton  looks  very  nice,"  said  the  old  gentleman, 
at  length.     "Can't  you  give  me  a  little  bit?" 

"Impossible,  sir,"  said  Gluck. 

"I'm  very  hungry,"  continued  the  old  gentleman;  "I've 
had  nothing  to  eat  yesterday,  nor  to-day.  They  surely 
could  n't  miss  a  bit  from  the  knuckle  !  " 

He  spoke  in  so  very  melancholy  a  tone  that  it  quite 
melted  Gluck's  heart.  "They  promised  me  one  slice 
to-day,  sir,"  said  he;  "I  can  give  you  that,  but  not  a  bit 
more." 

"That's  a  good  boy,"  said  the  old  gentleman  again. 

Then  Gluck  warmed  a  plate  and  sharpened  a  knife.  "I 
don't  care  if  I  do  get  beaten  for  it,"  thought  he.  Just  as 
he  had  cut  a  large  slice  out  of  the  mutton,  there  came  a 
tremendous  rap  at  the  door.  The  old  gentleman  jumped 
off  the  hob,  as  if  it  had  suddenly  become  inconveniently 
warm.  Gluck  fitted  the  slice  into  the  mutton  again,  with 
desperate  efforts  at  exactitude,  and  ran  -to  open  the  door. 

"What  did  you  keep  us  waiting  in  the  rain  for?"  said 


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Schwartz,  as  he  walked  in,  throwing  his  umbrella  in 
Gluck's  face. 

"Ay!  what  for,  indeed,  you  little  vagabond?"  said 
Hans,  administering  an  educational  box  on  the  ear,  as  he 
followed  his  brother  into  the  kitchen. 

"Bless  my  soul!"  said  Schwartz,  when  he  opened  the 
door. 

"Amen,"  said  the  little  gentleman,  who  had  taken  his 
cap  off,  and  was  standing  in  the  middle  of  the  kitchen, 
bowing  with  the  utmost  possible  velocity.  % 

"Who's  that?"  said  Schwartz,  catching  up  a  rolling-pin, 
and  turning  to  Gluck  with  a  fierce  frown. 

"I  don't  know,  indeed,  brother,"  said  Gluck,  in  great 
terrcT. 

"How  did  he  get  in?"  roared  Schwartz. 

"My  dear  brother,"  said  Gluck,  deprecatingly,  "he  was 
so  very  wet !  " 

The  rolling-pin  was  descending  on  Gluck's  head  ;  bat, 
at  the  instant,  the  old  gentleman  interposed  his  conical  cap, 
on  which  it  crashed  with  a  shock  that  shook  the  water  out 
of  it  all  over  the  room.  What  was  very  odd,  the  rolling- 
pin  no  sooner  touched  the  cap,  than  it  flew  out  of  Schsvarz's 
hand,  spinning  like  a  straw  in  a  high  wind,  and  fell  into 
the  corner  at  the  further  end  of  the  room. 

"Who  are  you,  sir?"  demanded  Schwartz,  turning  upon 
him. 

"What's  your  business?"  snarled  Hans. 

"I'm  a  poor  old  man,  sir,"  the  little  gentleman  began 
very  modestly,  "and  I  saw  your  fire  through  the  window, 
and  begged  shelter  for  a  quarter  of  an  hour." 

"Have    the    goodness   to    walk    out    again,    then,"    said 


THF<   KING   OF   THE   GOLDEN   RIVER.  9 

Schwartz.  "We've  quite  enough  water  in  our  kitchen, 
without  making  it  a  drying-house." 

"It  is  a  cold  day  to  turn  an  old  man  out  in,  sir;  look  at 
my  gray  hairs."  They  hung  down  to  his  shoulders,  as  I 
told  you  before. 

"Ay!  "said  Hans,  "there  are  enough  of  them  to  keep 
you  warm.     Walk!" 

"I'm  very,  very  hungry,  sir;  couldn't  you  spare  me  a 
hit  of  bread  before  I  go?" 

"Bread,  indeed!"  said  Schwartz;  "do  you  suppose 
we've  nothing  to  do  with  our  bread  but  to  give  it  to  such 
red-nosed  fellows  as  you?" 

w  Why  don't  you  sell  your  feather?"  said  Hans  sneerlngly. 
"Out  with  you." 

"A  little  bit,"  said  the  old  gentleman. 

"Be  off!"  said  Schwartz. 

"  Pray,  gentlemen." 

"Off,  and  be  hanged!"  cried  Hans,  seizing  him  by  the 
collar.  But  he  had  no  sooner  touched  the  old  gentleman's 
collar,  than  away  he  went  after  the  rolling-pin,  spinning 
round  and  round,  till  he  fell  into  the  corner  on  the  top  of 
it.  Then  Schwartz  was  very  angry,  and  ran  at  the  old 
gentleman  to  turn  him  out ;  but  he  also  had  hardly  touched 
him,  when  away  he  went,  after  Hans  and  the  rolling-pin, 
and  hit  his  head  against  the  wall  as  he  tumbled  into  the 
corner.     And  so  there  they  lay,  all  three. 

Then  the  old  gentleman  spun  himself  around  with 
velocity  in  the  opposite  direction  ;  continued  to  spin  until 
his  long  cloak  was  all  wound  neatly  about  him ;  clapped 
his  cap  on  his  head,  very  much  on  one  side  (for  it  could 
not  stand  upright  without  going  through  the  ceiling) ,  gave 


10  THE  KING   OF   THE   GOLDEN   RIVER. 

an  additional  twist  to  his  corkscrew  mustaches,  and  replied 
with  perfect  coolness:  "Gentlemen,  I  wish  you  a  very 
good  morning.  At  twelve  o'clock  to-night  I'll  call  again  ; 
after  such  a  refusal  of  hospitality  as  I  have  just  experienced 
you  will  not  be  surprised  if  that  visit  is  the  last  I  evev 
pay  you." 

"If  ever  I  catch  you  here  again,"  muttered  Schwartz, 
coming,  half  frightened,  out  of  the  corner, — but  before  he 
could  finish  his  sentence,  the  old  gentleman  had  shut  the 
house-door  behind  him  with  a  great  bang ;  and  past  the 
window,  at  the  same  instant,  drove  a  wreath  of  ragged 
cloud,  that  whirled  and  rolled  away  down  the  valley  in  all 
manner  of  shapes ;  turning  over  and  over  in  the  air :  and 
melting  away  at  last  in  a  gush  of  rain. 

"A  very  pretty  business,  indeed,  Mr.  Gluck ! "  said 
Schwartz.  "Dish  the  mutton,  sir.  If  ever  I  catch  you 
at  such  a  trick  again —  Bless  me,  why  the  mutton's 
been  cut ! " 

"You  promised  me  one  slice,  brother,  you  know,"  said 
Gluck. 

"Oh  !  and  you  were  cutting  it  hot,  I  suppose,  and  going 
to  catch  all  the  gravy.  It'll  be  long  before  I  promise  you 
such  a  tiling  a«;ain.  Leave  the  room,  sir;  and  have  the 
kindness  to  wait  in  the  coal-cellar  till  I  call  you." 

Gluck  left  the  room  melancholy  enough.  The  brothers 
ate  as  much  mutton  as  they  could,  looked  the  rest  in  the 
cupboard,  and  proceeded  to  get  very  drunk  after  dinner. 

Such  a  night  as  it  was  !  Howling  wind  and  rushing  rain 
without  intermission.  The  brothers  had  just  sense  enough 
left  to  put  up  all  the  shutters,  and  double  bar  the  door, 
before  they  went  to  bed-     They  usually  slept  in  the  same 


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room.  As  the  clock  struck  twelve  they  were  both 
awakened  by  a  tremendous  crash.  Their  door  burst  open 
with  a  violence  that  shook  the  house  from  top  to  bottom. 

"What's  that?"  cried  Schwartz,  starting  up  in  his  bed. 

"Only  I,"  said  the  little  gentleman. 

The  two  brothers  sat  up  on  their  bolster,  and  stared  into 
the  darkness.  The  room  was  full  of  water,  and  by  a  misty 
moonbeam,  which  found  its  way  through  a  hole  in  the 
shutter,  they  could  see,  in  the  midst  of  it,  an  enormous 
foam  globe,  spinning  round,  and  bobbing  up  and  down  like 
a  cork,  on  which,  as  on  a  most  luxurious  cushion,  reclined 
the  little  old  gentleman,  cap  and  all.  There  was  plenty  of 
room  for  it  now,  for  the  roof  was  off. 

"Sorry  to  incommode  you,"  said  their  visitor  ironically. 
"I'm  afraid  your  beds  are  dampish;  perhaps  you  had 
better  go  to  your  brother's  room ;  I've  left  the  ceiling  on 
there." 

They  required  no  second  admonition,  but  rushed  into 
Gluck's  room,  wet  through,  and  in  an  agony  of  terror. 

"You'll  find  my  card  on  the  kitchen  table,"  the  old 
gentleman  called  after  them.     "Remember,  the  last  visit." 

"Pray  Heaven  it  may  be!"  said  Schwartz  shuddering. 
And  the  foam  globe  disappeared. 

Dawn  came  at  last,  and  the  two  brothers  looked  out  of 
Gluck's  little  window  in  the  morning.  The  Treasure 
Valley  was  one  mass  of  ruin  and  desolation.  The  inunda- 
tion had  swept  away  trees,  crops,  and  cattle,  and  left,  in 
their  stead,  a  waste  of  red  sand  and  gray  mud.  The  two 
brothers  crept,  shivering  and  horror-struck,  into  the 
kitchen.  The  water  had  gutted  the  whole  first  floor  :  corn, 
money,  almost  every  movable  thing  had  been  swept  away, 


12  THE  KING   OF   THE   GOLDEN  RIVER. 

and  there  was  left  only  a  small  white  card  on  the  kitchen 
table.  On  it,  in  large,  breezy,  long-legged  letters,  were 
engraved  the  words  :  — 

SOUTHWEST   WIND,    ESQUIRE. 

II. 

Southwest  Wind,  Esquire,  was  as  good  as  his  word. 
After  the  momentous  visit  above  related,  he  entered  the 
Treasure  Valley  no  more;  and,  what  was  worse,  he  had  so 
much  influence  with  his  relations,  the  West  Winds  in 
general,  and  used  it  so  effectually,  that  they  all  adopted  a 
similar  line  of  conduct.  So  no  rain  fell  in  the  valley  from 
one  year's  end  to  another.  Though  everything  remained 
green  and  flourishing  in  the  plains  below,  the  inheritance 
of  the  Three  Brothers  was  a  desert.  What  had  once  been 
the  richest  soil  in  the  kingdom  became  a  shifting  heap  of 
red  sand  ;  and  the  brothers,  unable  longer  to  contend  with 
the  adverse  skies,  abandoned  their  valueless  patrimony  in 
despair,  to  seek  some  means  of  gaining  a  livelihood  among 
the  cities  and  people  of  the  plains.  All  their  money  was 
gone,  and  they  had  nothing  left  but  some  curious,  old- 
fashioned  pieces  of  gold  plate,  the  last  remnants  of  their 
ill-gotten  wealth. 

"Suppose  we  turn  goldsmiths ?*'  said  Schwartz  to  Hans, 
as  they  entered  the  large  city.  "It  is  a  good  knave's 
trade  :  we  can  put  a  great  deal  of  copper  into  the  gold, 
without  any  one's  finding  it  out." 

The  thought  was  agreed  to  be  a  very  good  one  ;  they 
hired  a  furnace,  and  turned  goldsmiths.  But  two  slight 
circumstances   affected   their  trade  :   the   first,  that   people 


THE   KING    OF  THE   GOLDEN   RIVER.  13 

did  not  approve  of  the  coppered  gold ;  the  second,  that  the 
two  elder  brothers,  whenever  they  had  sold  anything, 
used  to  leave  little  Gluck  to  mind  the  furnace,  and  go  and 
drink  out  the  money  in  the  ale-house  next  door.  So  they 
melted  all  their  gold,  without  making  money  enough  to 
buy  more,  and  were  at  last  reduced  to  one  large  drinking- 
mug,  which  an  uncle  of  his  had  given  to  little  Gluck,  and 
which  he  was  very  fond  of,  and  would  not  have  parted  with 
for  the  world ;  though  he  never  drank  anything  out  of  it 
but  milk  and  water.  The  mug  was  a  very  odd  mug  to 
look  at.  The  handle  was  formed  of  two  wreaths  of  flowing 
golden  hair,  so  finely  spun  that  it  looked  more  like  silk 
than  like  metal,  and  these  wreaths  descended  into,  and 
mixed  with,  a  beard  and  whiskers,  of  the  same  exquisitG 
workmanship,  which  surrounded  and  decorated  a  very 
tierce  little  face,  of  the  reddest  gold  imaginable,  right  in 
the  front  of  the  mug,  with  a  pair  of  eyes  in  it  which 
seemed  to  command  its  whole  circumference.  It  was 
impossible  to  drink  out  of  the  mug  without  being  subjected 
to  an  intense  gaze  out  of  the  side  of  these  eyes ;  and 
Schwartz  positively  averred  that  once,  after  emptying  it 
full  of  Rhenish  seventeen  times,  he  had  seen  them  wink  ! 
When  it  came  to  the  mug's  turn  to  be  made  into  spoons,  it 
half  broke  poor  little  Gluck's  heart ;  but  the  brothers  only 
laughed  at  him,  tossed  the  mug  into  the  melting-pot,  and 
staggered  out  to  the  ale-house;  leaving  him,  as  usual,  to 
pour  the  gold  into  bars,  when  it  was  all  ready. 

When  they  were  gone,  Gluck  took  a  farewell  look  at  his 
old  friend  in  the  melting  pot.  The  flowing  hair  was  all 
gone ;  nothing  remained  but  the  red  nose,  and  the  spark- 
ling eyes,  which  looked  more  malicious  than  ever.     "And 


H         THE  KING  OF  THE  GOLDEN  RIVER 

no  wonder,*'  thought  Gluck,  "after  being  treated  in  that 
way."  He  sauntered  disconsolately  to  the  window,  and 
sat  himself  down  to  catch  the  fresh  evening  air,  and  escape 
the  hot  breath  of  the  furnace.  Now  this  window  com- 
manded a  direct  view  of  the  range  of  mountains  which-,  as 
I  told  you  before,  overhung  the  Treasure  Valley,  and  more 
especially  of  the  peak  from  which  fell  the  Golden  River. 
It  was  just  at  the  close  of  the  day,  and,  when  Gluck  sat 
down  at  the  window,  he  saw  the  rocks  of  the  mountain- 
tops,  all  crimson  and  purple  with  the  sunset;  and  there 
were  bright  tongues  of  fiery  cloud  burning  and  quivering 
about  them;  and  the  river,  brighter  than  all,  fell,  in  a 
waving  column  of  pure  gold,  from  precipice  to  precipice, 
with  the  double  arch  of  a  broad  purple  rainbow  stretched 
across  it,  flushing  and  fading  alternately  in  the  wreaths  of 
spray. 

"Ah  "."said  Gluck  aloud,  after  he  had  looked  at  it  for 
a  little  while,  "if  that  river  were  really  all  gold,  what  a 
nice  thing  it  would  be  l" 

"No,  it  wouldn't,  Gluck,"  said  a  clear,  metallic  voice, 
close  at  his  ear. 

"Bless  me,  what's  that?"  exclaimed  Gluck,  jumping  up. 
There  was  nobody  there.  He  looked  round  the  room,  and 
under  the  table,  and  a  great  many  times  behind  him,  but 
there  was  certainly  nobody  there,  and  he  sat  down  again 
at  the  window.  This  time  he  didn't  speak,  but  he 
couldn't  help  thinking  again  that  it  would  be  very 
convenient  if  the  river  were  really  all  gold. 

"Not  at  all,  my  boy,"  said  the  same  voice,  louder  than 
before. 

"Bless  me!"  said  Gluck    again,   "what  is  that?"      He 


THE  KING   OF   THE   GOLDEN   RIVER.  15 

looked  again  into  all  the  corners  and  cupboards,  and  then 
began  turning  round  and  round,  as  fast  as  he  could,  in  the 
middle  of  the  room,  thinking  there  was  somebody  behind 
him,  when  the  same  voice  struck  again  on  his  ear.  It  was 
singing  now  very  merrily  "  Lala-lira-la  ; "  no  words,  only  a 
soft  running  effervescent  melody,  something  like  that  of 
a  kettle  on  the  boil.  Gluck  looked  out  of  the  window. 
No,  it  was  certainly  in  the  house.  Upstairs,  and  down- 
stairs. No,  it  was  certainly  in  that  very  room,  coming  in 
quicker  time  and  clearer  notes  every  moment.  "Lala^ 
lira-la/'  All  at  once  it  struck  Gluck  that  it  sounded  louder 
near  the  furnace.  He  ran  to  the  opening  and  looked  in; 
yes,  he  was  right,  it  seemed  to  be  coming,  not  only  out  of 
the  furnace,  but  out  of  the  pot.  He  uncovered  it,  and  ran 
back  in  a  great  fright,  for  the  pot  was  certainly  singing. 
He  stood  in  the  farthest  corner  of  the  room,  with  his  hands 
up,  and  his  mouth  open,  for  a  minute  or  two,  when  the  sing- 
ing stopped,  and  the  voice  became  clear  and  pronunciative. 

"Hollo!"  said  the  voice. 

Gluck  made  no  answer. 

"Hollo  !  Gluck,  my  boy,"  said  the  pot  again. 

Gluck  summoned  all  his  energies,  walked  straight  up  to 
the  crucible,  drew  it  out  of  the  furnace,  and  looked  in. 
The  gold  was  all  melted  and  its  surface  as  smooth  and 
polished  as  a  river ;  but  instead  of  its  reflecting  little 
Gluck's  head,  as  he  looked  in,  he  saw  meeting  his  glance, 
from  beneath  the  gold,  the  red  nose  and  sharp  eyes  of  his 
old  friend  of  the  mug,  a  thousand  times  redder  and  sharper 
than  ever  he  had  seen  them  in  his  life. 

"Come,  Gluck,  my  boy,"  said  the  voice  of  the  pot  again, 
"I'm  all  right ;  pour  me  out." 


16  THE  KING  OF   THE    GOLDEN  RIVER. 

But  Gluck  was  too  much  astonished  to  do  anything  of 
the  kind. 

"Pour  me  out,  I  say,"  said  the  voice  rather  gruffly. 

Still  Gluck  could  n't  move. 

"  Will  you  pour  me  out?"  said  the  voice  passionately. 
*rm  too  hot." 

By  a  violent  effort,  Gluck  recovered  the  use  of  his  limbs, 
took  hold  of  the  crucible,  and  sloped  it  so  as  to  pour  out 
the  gold.  But  instead  of  a  liquid  stream,  there  came  out, 
first,  a  pair  of  pretty'  little  yellow  legs,  then  some  coat- 
tails,  then  a  pair  of  arms  stuck  akimbo,  and,  finally,  the 
well-known  head  of  his  friend  the  mug :  all  which  articles, 
uniting  as  they  rolled  out,  stood  up  energetically  on  the 
floor,  in  the  shape  of  a  little  golden  dwarf  about  a  foot  and 
a  half  high. 

"That's  right!"  said  the  dwarf,  stretching  out  first  his 
legs  and  then  his  arms,  and  then  shaking  his  head  up  and 
down,  and  as  far  round  as  it  would  go,  for  five  minutes, 
without  stopping  ;  apparently  with  the  view  of  ascertaining 
if  he  were  quite  correctly  put  together,  while  Gluck  stood 
contemplating  him  in  speechless  amazement.  He  was 
dressed  in  a  slashed  doublet  of  spun  gold,  so  fine  in  its 
texture  that  the  prismatic  colors  gleamed  over  it,  as  if  on 
a  surface  of  mother-of-pearl  ;  and  over  this  brillant  doublet 
his  hair  and  beard  fell  full  half-way  to  the  ground,  in 
waving  curls,  so  exquisitely  delicate  that  Gluck  could 
hardly  tell  where  they  ended  ;  they  seemed  to  melt  into  air. 
The  features  of  the  face,  however,  were  by  no  means 
finished  with  the  same  delicacy  ;  they  w7ere  rather  coarse, 
slightly  inclining  to  coppery. in  complexion,  and  indicative, 
in    expression,    of    a    very    pertinacious    and    intractable 


THE  KING   OF   THE   GOLDEN   RIVER.  17 

disposition  in  their  small  proprietor.  When  the  dwarf  had 
finished  his  self-examination,  he  turned  his  small,  sharp 
eyes  full  on  Gluck,  and  stared  at  him  deliberately  for  a 
minute  or  two.  "No,  it  wouldn't,  Gluck,  my  boy,"  said 
the  little  man. 

This  was  certainly  rather  an  abrupt  and  unconnected 
mode  of  commencing  conversation.  It  might  indeed  be 
supposed  to  refer  to  the  course  of  Gluck's  thoughts,  which 
had  first  produced  the  dwarf's  observations  out  of  the  pot ; 
but  whatever  it  referred  to,  Gluck  had  no  inclination  to 
dispute  the  dictum. 

"Wouldn't  it,'  sir?"  said  Gluck,  very  mildly  and 
submissively  indeed. 

"No,"  said  the  dwarf  conclusively.  "No,  it  wouldn't." 
And  with  that,  the  dwarf  pulled  his  cap  hard  over  his 
brows,  and  took  two  turns  of  three  feet  long,  up  and  down 
the  room,  lifting  his  legs  very  high,  and  setting  them  down 
very  hard.  This  pause  gave  time  for  Gluck  to  collect  his 
thoughts  a  little,  and,  seeing  no  great  reason  to  view 
his  diminutive  visitor  with  dread,  and  feeling  his  curiosity 
overcome  his  amazement,  he  ventured  on  a  question  of 
peculiar  delicacy. 

"Pray,  sir,"  said  Gluck,  rather  hesitatingly,  "were  you 
my  mug?" 

On  which  the  little  man  turned  sharp  round,  walked 
straight  up  to  Gluck,  and  drew  himself  up  to  his  full 
height.  "I,"  said  the  little  man,  "am  the  King  of  the 
Golden  River."  Whereupon  he  turned  about  again,  and 
took  two  more  turns,  some  six  feet  long,  in  order  to  allow 
time  for  the  consternation  which  this  announcement  pro- 
duced in  his  auditor  to  evaporate.     After  which  he  again 


18  THE  KING   OF   THE   GOLDEN  RIVER, 

walked  up  to  Gluck  and  stood  still,  as  if  expecting  some 
comment  on  his  communication. 

Gluck  determined  to  say  something,  at  all  events.  "I 
hope  your  Majesty  is  very  well,"  said  Gluck. 

"Listen  !"  said  the  little  man,  deigning  no  reply  to  this 
polite  inquiry.  "I  am  the  King  of  what  you  mortals  call 
the  Golden  Eiver.  The  shape  you  saw  me  in  was  owing 
to  the  malice  of  a  stronger  king,  from  whose  enchantments 
you  have  this  instant  freed  me.  What  I  have  seen  of  you, 
and  your  conduct  to  your  wicked  brothers,  renders  me 
willing  to  serve  you  ;  therefore  attend  to  what  I  tell  you. 
Whoever  shall  climb  to  the  top  of  that  mountain  from 
which  you  see  the  Golden  Eiver  issue,  and  shall  cast  into 
the  stream  at  its  source  three  drops  of  holy  water,  for  him, 
and  for  him  only,  the  river  shall  turn  to  gold.  But  no  one 
failing  in  his  first  can  succeed  in  a  second  attempt ;  and  if 
any  one  shall  cast  unholy  water  into  the  river,  it  will 
overwhelm  him,  and  he  will  become  a  black  stone."  So 
saying,  the  King  of  the  Golden  Eiver  turned  away,  and 
deliberately  walked  into  the  centre  of  the  hottest ^narne  of 
the  furnace.  His  figure  became  red,  white,  transparent, 
dazzling, —  a  blaze  of  intense  light,  —  rose,  trembled, 
and  dissappeared.  The  King  of  the  Golden  Eiver  had 
evaporated. 

"  Oh !  "  cried  poor  Gluck,  running  to  look  up  the 
chimney  after  him  ;  "  oh  dearr  dear,  dear  me  !  My  mug ! 
my  mug  !  my  mug  !  " 

III. 

The  King  of  the  Golden  Eiver  had  hardly  made  his 
extraordinary  exit  before  Hans  and  Schwartz  came  roaring 


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into  the  house,  very  savagely  drunk.  The  discovery  of 
the  total  loss  of  their  last  piece  of  plate  had  the  effect  of 
sobering  them  just  enough  to  enable  them  to  stand  over 
Gluck,  beating  him  very  steadily  for  a  quarter  of  an  hour; 
at  the  expiration  of  which  period  they  dropped  into  a 
couple  of  chairs,  and  requested  to  know  what  he  had  got 
to  say  for  himself.  Gluck  told  them  his  story,  of  which, 
of  course,  they  did  not  believe  a  word.  They  beat  him 
again,  till  their  arms  were  tired,  and  staggered  to  bed.  In 
the  morning,  however,  the  steadiness  with  which  he 
adhered  to  his  story  obtained  him  some  degree  of  credence  ; 
the  immediate  consequence  of  which  was,  that  the  two 
brothers,  after  wrangling  a  long  time  on  the  knotty  ques- 
tion which  of  them  should  try  his  fortune  first,  drew  their 
swords,  and  began  fighting.  The  noise  of  the  fray  alarmed 
the  neighbors,  who,  finding  they  could  not  pacify  the 
combatants,  sent  for  the  constable. 

Hans,  on  hearing  this,  contrived  to  escape,  and  hid 
himself;  but  Schwartz  was  taken  before  the  magistrate, 
fined  for  breaking  the  peace,  and  having  drunk  out  his  last 
penny  the  evening  before,  he  was  thrown  into  prison  till 
he  should  pay. 

When  Hans  heard  this,  he  was  much  delighted,  and 
determined  to  set  out  immediately  for  the  Golden  River. 
How  to  get  the  holy  water  was  the  question.  He  went  to 
the  priest,  but  the  priest  could  not  give  any  holy  water  to 
so  abandoned  a  character.  So  Hans  went  to  vespers  in  the 
evening  for  the  first  time  in  his  life,  and,  under  pretence 
of  crossing  himself,  stole  a  cupful,  and  returned  home  in 
triumph. 

Next  morning  he  got  up  before  the  sun  rose,  put  the 


20  THE   KING   OF   THE    GOLDEN    lUvER. 

holy  water  into  a  strong  flask,  and  two  bottles  of  wine  and 
some  meat  in  a  basket,  slung  them  over  his  back,  took  his 
alpine  staff  in  his  hand,  and  set  off  for  the  mountains. 

On  his  way  out  of  the  town  he  had  to  pass  the  prison, 
and  as  he  looked  in  at  the  windows,  whom  should  he  see 
but  Schwartz  himself  peeping  out  of  the  bars,  and  looking 
very  disconsolate. 

"Good' morning,  brother,"  said  Hans:  "have  you  any 
message  for  the  King  of  the  Golden  River?" 

Schwartz  gnashed  his  teeth  with  rage,  and  shook  the 
bars  with  all  his  strength  ;  but  Hans  only  laughed  at  him, 
and  advising  him  to  make  himself  comfortable  till  he  came 
back  again,  shouldered  his  basket,  shook  the  bottle  of  holy 
water  in  Schwartz's  face  till  it  frothed  again,  and  marched 
off  in  the  highest  spirits  in  the  world. 

It  was,  indeed,  a  morning  that  might  have  made  any  one 
happy,  even  with  no  Golden  River  to  seek  for.  Level 
lines  of  dewy  mist  lay  stretched  along  the  valley,  out  of 
which  rose  the  massy  mountains, — their  lower  cliffs  in 
pale  gray  shadow,  hardly  distinguishable  from  the  floating 
vapor,  but  gradually  ascending  till  they  caught  the  sun- 
light, which  ran  in  sharp  touches  of  ruddy  color  along  the 
angular  crags,  and  pierced,  in  long  level  rays,  through 
their  fringes  of  spear-like  pine.  Far  above  shot  up  red 
splintered  masses  of  castellated  rock,  jagged  and  shivered 
into  myriads  of  fantastic  forms,  with  here  and  there  a 
streak  of  sunlit  snow,  traced  down  their  chasms  like  a  line 
of  forked  lightning ;  and,  far  beyond,  and  far  above  all 
these,  fainter  than  the  morning  cloud,  but  purer  and 
changeless,  slept,  in  the  blue  sky,  the  utmost  peaks  of  the 
eternal  snow. 


THE  KING   OF   THE   GOLDEN   RIVER.  21 

The  Golden  River,  which  sprang  from  one  of  the  lower 
and  snpwless  elevations,  was  now  nearly  in  shadow  ;  all 
but  the  uppermost  jets  of  spray,  which  rose  like  slow 
smoke  above  the  undulating  line  of  the  cataract,  and  floated 
away  in  feeble  wreaths  upon  the  morning  wind. 

On  this  object,  and  on  this  alone,  Hans's  eyes  and 
thoughts  were  fixed;  forgetting  the  distance  he  had  to 
traverse,  he  set  off  at  an  imprudent  rate  of  walking,  which 
greatly  exhausted  him  before  he  had  scaled  the  first  range 
of  the  green  and  low  hills.  He  was,  moreover,  surprised, 
on  surmounting  them,  to  find  that  a  large  glacier /of  whose 
existence,  notwithstanding  his  previous  knowledge  of  the 
mountains,  he  had  been  absolutely 'ignorantl  lay  between 
him  and  the  source  of  the  Golden  River.  He  entered  on  it 
with  the  boldness  of  a  practiced  mountaineer ;  yet  he 
thought  he  had  never  traversed  so  strange  or  so  dangerous 
a  glacier  in  his  life.  The  ice  was  excessively  slippery,  and 
out  of  all  its  chasms  came  wild  sounds  of  gushing  water: 
not  monotonous  or  low,  but  changeful  and  loud,  rising 
occasionally  into  drifting  passages  of  wild  melody,  then 
breaking  off  into  short,  melancholy  tones,  or  sudden 
shrieks,  resembling  those  of  human  voices  in  distress  or 
pain.  The  ice  was  broken  into  thousands  of  confused 
shapes,  but  none,  Plans  thought,  like  the  ordinary  forms  of 
splintered  ice.  There  seemed  a  curious  expression  about 
all  their  outlines,  —  a  perpetual  resemblance  to  "living 
features,  distorted  and  scornful.  Myriads  of  deceitful 
shadows  and  lurid  lights  played  and  floated  about  and 
through  the  pale  blue  pinnacles,  dazzling  and  confusing  the 
sight  of  the  traveler;  while  his  ears  grew  dull  and  his 
head  giddy  with  the  constant  gush  and  roar  of  the  con- 


22  THE  KING  OF  THE   GOLDEN  RIVER. 

cealed  waters.  These  painful  circumstances  increased 
upon  him  as  he  advanced ;  the  ice  crashed  and  yawned 
into  fresh  chasms  at  his  feet,  tottering  spires  nodded 
around  him,  and  fell  thundering  across  his  path ;  and 
though  he  had  repeatedly  faced  these  dangers  on  the  most 
terrific  glaciers,  and  in  the  wildest  weather,  it  was  with 
a  new  and  oppressive  feeling  of  panic  terror  that  he  leaped 
the  last  chasm,  and  flung  himself,  exhausted  and  shuddering, 
on  the  firm  turf  of  the  mountain. 

He  had  been  compelled  to  abandon  his  basket  of  food, 
which  became  a  perilous  incumbrance  on  the  glacier,  and 
had  now  no  means  of  refreshing  himself  but  by  breaking 
oft*  and  eating  some  of  the  pieces  of  ice.  This,  however, 
relieved  his  thirst ;  an  hour's  repose  recruited  his  hardy 
frame,  and,  with  the  indomitable  spirit  of  avarice,  he 
resumed  his  laborious  journey. 

His  way  now  lay  straight  up  a  ridge  of  bare,  red  rocks, 
without  a  blade  of  grass  to  ease  the  foot  or  a  projecting 
anode  to  afford  an  inch  of  shade  from  the  south  sun.  It 
was  past  noon,  and  the  rays  beat  intensely  upon  the  steep 
path,  while  the  whole  atmosphere  was  motionless,  and 
penetrated  with  heat.  Intense  thirst  was  soon  added  to 
the  bodily  fatigue  with  which  Hans  was  now  afflicted ; 
glance  after  glance  he  cast  on  the  flask  of  water  which 
hung  at  his  belt.  "Three  drops  are  enough,"  at  last 
thought  he;  "I  may,  at  least  cool  my  lips  with  it." 

He  opened  the  flask,  and  was  raising  it  to  his  lips,  when 
his  eye  fell  on  an  object  lying  on  the  rock  beside  him  ;  he 
thought  it  moved.  It  was  a  small  dog,  apparently  in  the 
last  agony  of  death  from  thirst.  Its  tongue  was  out,  its 
jaws  dry,  its   limbs   extended  lifelessly,  and  a  swarm  of 


THE  KING   OF   THE   GOLDEN  RIVER.  23 

black  ants  were  crawling  about  its  lips  and  throat.  Its 
eye  moved  to  the  bottle  which  Hans  held  in  his  hand.  He 
raised  it,  drank,  spurned  the  animal  with  his  foot,  and 
passed  on.  And  he  did  not  know  how  it  was,  but  he 
thought  that  a  strange  shadow  had  suddenly  come  across 
the  blue  sky. 

The  path  became  steeper  and  more  rugged  every 
moment ;  and  the  high  hill  air,  instead  of  refreshing  him, 
•seemed  to  throw  his  blood  into  a  fever.  The  noise  of  the 
hill  cataracts  sounded  like  mockery  in  his  ears  ;  they  were 
all  distant,  and  his  thirst  increased  every  moment.  Another 
hour  passed,  and  he  again  looked  down  to  the  flask  at  his 
side  ;  it  was  half  empty,  but  there  was  much  more  than 
three  drops  in  it.  He  stopped  to  open  it,  and  again,  as  he 
did  so,  something  moved  in  the  path  above  him.  It  was  a 
fair  child  stretched  nearly  lifeless  on  the  rock,  its  breast 
heaving  with  thirst,  its  eyes  closed,  and  its  lips  parched 
and  burning.  Hans  eyed  it  deliberately,  drank,  and 
passed  on.  And  a  dark  gray  cloud  came  over  the  sun, 
and  long  snake-like  shadows  crept  up  along  the  mountain- 
sides. Hans  struggled  on.  The  sun  was  sinking,  but  its 
descent  seemed  to  bring  no  coolness  ;  the  leaden  weight  of 
the  dead  air  pressed  upon  his  brow  and  heart,  but  the  goal 
was  near.  He  saw  the  cataract  of  the  Golden  River 
springing  from  the  hillside,  scarcely  Hve  hundred  feet 
above  him.  He  paused  for  a  moment  to  breathe,  and 
sprang  on  to  complete  his  task. 

At  this  instant  a  faint  cry  fell  on  his  ear.  He  turned, 
and  saw  a  gray-haired  old  man  extended  on  the  rocks. 
His  eyes  were  sunk,  his  features  deadly  pale,  and  gathered 
into  an  expression  of  despair.     "  Water  I "  he  stretched  his 


^4  THE   KING    OF   THE   GOLDEN    RIVER. 

arms  to  Hans,  and  cried  feebly,  —  "Water!  lam  dying." 
"I  have  none,"  replid  Hans;  "thou  hast  had  thy  share 
of  life."  He  strode  over  the  prostrate  body,  and  darted 
on.  And  a  flash  of  blue  lightning  rose  out  of  the  east, 
shaped  like  a  sword ;  it  shook  thrice  over  the  whole 
heaven,  and  left  it  dark  with  one  heavy,  inpenetrable 
shade.  The  sun  was  setting;  it  plunged  toward  the 
horizon  like  a  red-hot  ball. 

The  roar  of  the  Golden  River  rose  on  Hans's  ear.  He 
stood  at  the  brink  of  the  chasm  through  which  it  ran.  Its 
waves  were  filled  with  the  red  glory  of  the  sunset :  they 
shook  their  crests  like  tongues  of  fire,  and  flashes  of 
bloody  light  gleamed  along  their  foam.  Their  sound  came 
mightier  and  mightier  on  his  senses  ;  his  brain  grew  giddy 
with  the  prolonged  thunder.  Shuddering,  he  drew  the 
flask  from  his  girdle,  and  hurled  it  into  the  centre  of  the 
torrent.  As  he  did  so,  an  icy  chill  shot  through  his  limbs ; 
he  staggered,  shrieked,  and  fell.  The  wraters  closed  over 
his  cry.  And  the  moaning  of  the  river  rose  wildly  into 
the  night,  as  it  gushed  over 

THE    BLACK   STONE. 

IV 

Poor  little  Gluck  waited  very  anxiously  alone  in  the 
house  for  Hans's  return.  Finding  he  did  not  come  back, 
he  was  terribly  frightened,  and  went  and  told  Schwartz  in 
the  prison  all  that  had  happened.  Then  Schwartz  was  very 
much  pleased,  and  said  that  Hans  must  certainly  have  been 
turned  into  a  black  stone,  and  he  should  have  all  the  gold 
to  himself.    But  Gluck  was  very  sorry,  and  cried  all  night. 


THE   KING  OF   THE   GOLDEN  RIVER.  25 

When  he  got  up  in  the  morning,  there  was  no  bread  in  the 
house,  nor  any  money;  so  Gluck  went  and  hired  himself 
to  another  goldsmith,  and  he  worked  so  hard,  and  so 
neatly,  and  so  long  every  day,  that  he  soon  got  money 
enough  together  to  pay  his  brother's  fine,  and  he  went  and 
gave  it  all  to  Schwartz,  and  Schwartz  got  out  of  prison. 
Then  Schwartz  was  quite  pleased,  and  said  he  should  have 
some  of  the  gold  of  the  river.  But  Gluck  only  begged 
he  would  £0  and  see  what  had  become  of  Hans. 

Now  when  Schwartz  had  heard  that  Hans  had  stolen  the 
holy  water,  he  thought  to  himselt  that  such  a  proceeding 
might  not  be  considered  altogether  correct  by  the  King  of 
the  Golden  River,  and  determined  to  manage  matters 
better.  So  he  took  some  more  of  Gluck's  money,  and 
went  to  a  bad  priest,  who  gave  him  some  holy  water  very 
readily  for  it.  Then  Schwartz  was  sure  it  was  all  quite 
right.  So  Schwartz  got  up  early  in  the  morning,  before 
the  sun  rose,  and  took  some  bread  and  wine  in  a  basket, 
and  put  his  holy  water  in  a  flask,  and  set  off  for  the 
mountains.  Like  his  brother,  he  was  much  surprised  at 
the  sight  of  the  glacier,  and  had  great  difficulty  in  crossing 
it,  even  after  leaving  his  basket  behind  him.  The  day  was 
cloudless,  but  not  bright :  a  heavy  purple  haze  was  hanging 
over  the  sky,  and  the  hills  looked  lowering  and  gloomy. 
And  as  Schwartz  climbed  the  steep  rock  path,  the  thirst 
came  upon  him,  as  it  had  upon  his  brother,  until  he  lifted 
his  flask  to  his  lips  to  drink.  Then  he  saw  the  fair  child 
lying  near  him  on  the  rocks,  and  it  cried  to  him,  and 
moaned  for  water. 

"Water,  indeed,"  said  Schwartz  ;  "I  have  n't  half  enough 
for  myself,"  and  passed  on.     And  as  he  went  he  thought 


26  THE   KING   OF   THE   GOLDEN  RIVER. 

that  the  sunbeams  grew  more  dim,  and  he  saw  a  low  bank 
of  black  clouds  rising  out  of  the  west ;  and  when  he  had 
climbed  for  another  hour  the  thirst  overcame  him  again, 
and  ho  would  have  drunk.  Then  he  saw  the  old  man  lying 
before  him  on  the  path,  and  heard  him  cry  out  for  water. 
"Water,  indeed,"  said  Schwartz;  "I  have  n't  half  enough 
for  myself,"  and  on  he  went. 

Then  again  the  light  seemed  to  fade  from  before  his  eyes, 
and  he  looked  up,  and,  behold,  a  mist/ of  the  color  of 
blood,  had  come  over  the  sun ;  and  the  bank  of  black 
cloud  had  risen  very  high,  and  its  edges  were  tossing  and 
tumbling  like  the  waves  of  the  angry  sea.  And  they  cast 
long  shadows,  which  flickered  over  Schwartz's  path. 

Then  Schwartz  climbed  for  another  hour,  and  again  his 
thirst  returned;  and  as  he  lifted  his  flask  to  his  lips,  he 
thought  he  saw  his  brother  Hans  lying  exhausted  on  the 
path  before  him,  and,  as  he  gazed,  the  figure  stretched  its 
arms  to  him,  and  cried  for  water.  "Ha,  ha,"  laughed 
Schwartz,  "are  you  there?  Kemember  the  prison  bars, 
my  boy.  Water,  indeed  !  do  you  suppose  I  carried  it  all 
the  way  up  here  for  you?"  And  he  strode  over  the  figure  ; 
yet,  as  he  passed,  he  thought  he  saw  a  strange  expression 
of  mockery  about  its  lips.  And,  when  he  had  gone  a  few 
rods  farther,  he  looked  back  ;  but  the  figure  was  not  there. 

And  a  sudden  horror  came  over  Schwartz,  he  knew  not 
why ;  but  the  thirst  for  gold  prevailed  over  his  fear,  and 
he  rushed  on.  And  the  bank  of  black  cloud  rose  to  the 
zenith,  and  out  of  it  came  bursts  of  spiry  lightning,  and 
waves  of  darkness  seemed  to  heave  and  float  between  their 
flashes,  over  the  whole  heavens.  And  the  sky  where  the 
sun  was  setting  was  all  level,  and  like  a  lake  of  blood  ;  and 


THE   KING   OF    THE   GOLDEN   RIVER.  27 

a  strong  wind  came  out  of  that  sky,  tearing  its  crimson 
clouds  into  fragments,  and  scattering  them  far  into  the 
darkness.  And  when  Schwartz  stood  by  the  brink  of  the 
Golden  River,  its  waves  were  black  like  thunder-clouds, 
but  their  foam  was  like  fire  ;  and  the  roar  of  the  waters 
below  and  the  thunder  above  met,  as  he  cast  the  flask  into 
the  stream.  And,  as  he  did  so,  the  lightning  glared  in  his 
eyes,  and  the  earth  gave  way  beneath  him,  and  the  waters 
closed  over  his  cry.  And  the  moaning  of  the  river  rose 
wildly  into  the  night,  as  it  gushed  over 

THE   TWO   BLACK   STONES. 


When  Gluck  found  that  Schwartz  did  not  come  back,  he 
was  very  sorry,  and  did  not  know  what  to  do.  He  had  no 
money,  and  was  obliged  to  go  and  hire  himself  again  to  the 
goldsmith,  who  worked  him  very  hard,  and  gave  him  very 
little  money.  So,  after  a  month  or  two,  Gluck  grew  tired, 
and  made  up  his  mind  to  go  and  try  his  fortune  with  the 
Golden  River.  "The  little  king  looked  very  kind,"  thought 
he.  "I  don't  think  he  will  turn  me  into  a  black  stone.'' 
So  he  went  to  the  priest,  and  the  priest  gave  him  some 
holy  water  as  soon  as  he  asked  for  it.  Then  Gluck  took 
some  bread  in  his  basket,  and  the  bottle  of  water,  and  set 
off  very  early  for  the  mountains. 

If  the  glacier  had  occasioned  a  great  deal  of  fatigue  to 
his  brothers,  it  was  twenty  times  worse  for  him,  who  was 
neither  so  strong  or  so  practiced  on  the  mountains.  He 
had  several  very  bad  falls,  lost  his  basket  and  bread,  and 
was  very  much  frightened  at  the  strange  noises  under  the 


28  THE  KING   OF   THE   GOLDEN  RIVER. 

ice.  He  lay  a  long  time  to  rest  on  the  grass,  after  he  had 
got  over,  and  began  to  climb  the  hill  just  in  the  hottest 
part  of  the  day.  When  he  had  climbed  for  an  hour,  he 
got  dreadfully  thirsty,  and  was  going  to  drink  like  his 
brothers,  when  he  saw  an  old  man  coming  down  the  path 
above  him,  looking  very  feeble  and  leaning  on  a  staff. 
"*'My  son,"  said  the  old  man,  "I  am  faint  with  thirst ;  give 
me  some  of  that  water,"  Then  Gluck  looked  at  him,  and 
when  he  saw  that  he  was  pale  and  weary,  he  gave  him  the 
water;  "Only  pray  don't  drink  it  all,"  said  Gluck.  But 
the  old  man  drank  a  great  deal,  and  gave  him  back  the 
bottle  two-thirds  empty.  Then  he  bade  him  good  speed, 
and  Gluck  went  on  again  merrily.  And  the  path  became 
easier  to  his  feet,  and  two  or  three  blades  of  grass  appeared 
upon  it,  and  some  grasshoppers  began  singing  on  the  bank 
beside  it ;  and  Gluck  thought  he  had  never  heard  such 
merry  singing. 

Then  he  went  on  for  another  hour,  and  the  thirst 
increased  on  him  so  that  he  thought  he  should  be  forced 
to  drink.  But,  as  he  raised  the  flask,  he  saw  a  little  child 
lying  panting  by  the  roadside,  and  it  cried  out  piteously 
for  water.  Then  Gluck  struggled  with  himself  and 
determined  to  bear  the  thirst  a  little  longer ;  and  he  put 
the  bottle  to  the  child's  lips,  and  it  drank  it  all  but  a  few 
drops.  Then  it  smiled  on  him  and  got  up,  and  ran  down 
the  hill ;  and  Gluck  looked  after  it,  till  it  became  as  small 
as  a  little  star,  and  then  turned,  and  began  climbing  again. 
VAnd  then  there  were  all  kinds  of  sweet  flowers  growing  on 
the  rocks,  bright  green  moss,  with  pale  pink  starry  flowers, 
and  soft-belled  gentians,  more  blue  than  the  sky  at  its 
deepest,  and  pure  white  transparent  lilies.     And  crimson 


THE  KING   OF   THE   GOLDEN  RIVER  29 

and  purple  butterflies  darted  hither  and  thither,  and  the 
sky  sent  down  such  pure  light  that  Gluck  had  never  felt  so 
happy  in  his  life. 

Yet,  when  he  had  climbed  for  another  hour,  his  thirst 
became  intolerable  again  ;  and  when  he  looked  at  his  bottle, 
he  saw  that  there  were  only  five  or  six  drops  left  in  it,  and 
he  could  not  venture  to  drink.  And  as  he  was  hanging  the- 
flask  to  his  belt  again,  he  saw  a  little  dog  lying  on  the 
rocks,  gasping  for  breath, — just  as  Hans  had  seen  it  on 
the  day  of  his  ascent.  And  Gluck  stopped  and  looked  at 
it,  and  then  at  the  Golden  River,  not  five  hundred  yards 
above  him  ;  and  he  thought  of  the  dwarf's  words,  "that  no 
one  could  succeed,  except  in  his  first  attempt;"  and  he 
tried  to  pass  the  dog,  but  it  whined  piteously,  and  Gluck 
stopped  again.  "Poor  beastie,"  said  Gluck,  "it'll  be  dead 
when  I  come  down  again,  if  I  don't  help  it."  Then  he 
looked  closer  and  closer  at  it,  and  its  eye  turned  on  him  so 
mournfully  that  he  could  not  stand  it.  "Confound  the 
King  and  his  gold,  too,"  said  Gluck  ;  and  he  opened  the 
flask,  and  poured  all  the  water  into  the  dog's  mouth. 

The  dog  sprang  up  and  stood  on  its  hind  legs.  Its  tail 
disappeared,  its  ears  became  long,  longer,  silky,  golden  ; 
its  nose  became  very  red,  its  eyes  became  very  twinkling  ; 
in  three  seconds  the  dog  was  gone,  and  before  Gluck  stood 
his  old  acquaintance,  the  King  of  the  Golden  Eiver. 

"Thank  you,"  said  the  monarch  ;  "  but  don't  be  frightened, 
it's  all  right ; "  for  Gluck  showed  manifest  symptoms  of 
consternation  at  this  unlooked-for  reply  to  his  last  observa- 
tion. "  Why  didn't  you  come  before,"  continued  the  dwarf, 
"instead  of  sending  me  those  rascally  brothers  of  yours,  for 
me  to  have  the  trouble  of  turning  into  stones  ?  Very  hard 
stones  they  make,  too." 


30  THE  KING   OF   THE   GOLDEN  RIVER 

"Oh  dear  me!"  said  Gluck,  "have  you  really  been  so 
cruel?" 

"  Cruel  ? "  said  the  dwarf ;  "  they  poured  unholy  water 
into  my  stream  ;  do  you  suppose  I  am  going  to   allow  that?" 

"Why,"  said  Gluck,  "1  am  sure,  sir, — your  Majesty,  I 
mean,  —  they  got  the  water  out  of  the  church  font." 
/  "Very  probably,"  replied  the  dwarf;  "but,"  and  his 
I  countenance  grew  stern  as  he  spoke,  "the  water  which  has 
been  refused  to  the  cry  of  the  weary  and  dying  is  unholy, 
though  it  had  been  blessed  by  every  saint  in  heaven  ;  and 
the  water  which  is  found  in  the  vessel  of  mercy  is  holy, 
thougli  it  had  been  defiled  with  corpses." 

So  saying,  the  dwarf  stooped  and  plucked  a  lily  that 
grew  at  his  feet.  On  its  white  leaves  hung  three  drops  of 
clear  dew,  and  the  dwarf  shook  them  into  the  flask  which 
Gluck  held  in  his  hand.  "Cast  these  into  the  river,"  he 
said,  "and  descend  on  the  other  side  of  the  mountains 
into  the  Treasure  Valley.     And  so  good  speed." 

As  he  spoke,  the  figure  of  the  dwarf  became  indistinct. 
The  playing  colors  of  his  robe  formed  themselves  into  a 
prismatic  mist  of  dewy  light;  he  stood  for  an  instant  veiled 
with  them  as  with  the  belt  of  a  broad  rainbow.  The  colors 
grew  faint,  the  mist  rose  into  the  air;  the  monarch  had 
evaporated. 

And  Gluck  climbed  to  the  brink  of  the  Golden  River, 
and  its  waves  were  as  clear  as  crystal,  and  as  brillant  as  the 
sun.  And  when  he  cast  the  three  drops  of  dew  into  the 
stream,  there  opened  where  they  fell  a  small  circular  whirl- 
pool, into  which  the  waters  descended  with  a  musical  noi  e. 

Gluck  stood  watching  it  for  some  time,  very  much 
disappointed,  because  not  only  the  river  was  not  turned 


THE  KING  OF  THE   GOLDEN  RIVER.  31 

into  gold,  but  its  waters  seemed  much  diminished  in 
quantity.  Yet  he  obeyed  his  friend  the  dwarf,  and 
descended  the  other  side  of  the  mountains,  toward  the 
Treasure  Valley  ;  and,  as  he  went,  he  thought  he  heard  the 
noise  of  water  working  its  way  under  the  ground.  And 
when  he  came  in  sight  of  the  Treasure  Valley,  behold,  a 
river,  like  the  Golden  Eiver,  was  springing  from  a  new 
cleft  of  the  rocks  above  it,  and  was  flowing  in  innumerable 
streams  among  the  dry  heaps  of  red  sand. 

And  as  Gluck  gazed,  fresh  grass  sprang  beside  the  new 
streams,  and  creeping  plants  grew,  and  climbed  among  the 
moistening  soil.  Young  flowers  opened  suddenly  along 
the  river  sides,  as  stars  leap  out  when  twilight  is  deep- 
ening, and  thickets  of  myrtle,  and  tendrils  of  vine,  cast 
lengthening  shadows  over  the  valley  as  they  grew.  And 
thus  the  Treasure  Valley  became  a  garden  again,  and  the 
inheritance,  which  had  been  lost  by  cruelty,  was  regained 
by  love. 

And  Gluck  went  and  dwelt  in  the  valley,  and  the  pool 
were  never  driven  from  his  door ;  so  that  his  barns  became 
full  of  corn,  and  his  house  of  treasure.  And,  for  him,  the 
river  had,  according  to  the  dwarf's  promise,  become  a 
Eiver  of  Gold. 

And  to  this  day  the  inhabitants  of  the  valley  point  out 
the  place  where  the  three  drops  of  holy  dew  were  cast  into 
the  stream,  and  trace  the  course  of  the  Golden  River  under 
the  ground,  until  it  emerges  in  the  Treasure  Valley.  And 
at  the  top  of  the  cataract  of  the  Golden  River  are  still  to 
be  seen  two  black  stones,  round  which  the  waters  howl 
mournfully  every  day  at  sunset ;  and  these  stones  are  still 
called,  by  the  people  of  the  valley, 

THE  BLACK  BROTHERS. 


FIFTH   GRADE 

23  Hawthorne's  Three  Golden  Apple. 

24  Hawthorne's  Miraculous  Pitcher 

33  The  Chimera     (Hawthorne) 

34  Paradise  of  Children     (Hawthorne) 

92  Audubon 
97  Jefferson 

102  Nathan  Hale 

130  La  Fayette 

131  Farragut 
147  Dickens 

SIXTH   GRADE 

15  Legend  of  Sleepy  Hollow 

16  Rip  Van  Winkle,  etc.     (Irving) 

32  King  of  the  Golden  River     (Ruskin) 

39  We  are  Seven,  etc.      (Wordsworth) 

47  Rab  and  His  Friends 

50  Christmas  Eve,  etc.     (Irving) 

54  Pied  Piper  of  Hamelin     (Browning) 

55  John  Gilpin,  etc.      (Cowper) 

57  Lady  of  the  Lake     Canto  I.     (Scott) 

67  Thanatopsis  and  Other  Poems 

84  The  Minotaur     (Hawthorne) 

85  The  Pygmies     (Hawthorne) 

86  The  Dragon's  Teeth     (Hawthorne) 

93  Great  Stone  Face     t^ Hawthorne) 

94  Snow  Image     (Hawthorne) 
126  Selections  from  Longfellow 
129  Great  Carbuncle     (Hawthorne) 


SEVENTH   GRADE 

5  Story  of  Macbeth 

6  Lays  of  Ancient  Rome — I 
10  Enoch  Arden     (Tennyson) 

17  Philip  of  Pokanoket     (Irving) 

18  The  Voyage,  etc.      (Irving) 
40  Ancient  Mariner     (Coleridge) 


SEVENTH    GRADE     {Continued) 

41  Evangeline     (Longfellow) 

66  Declaration  of  Independence 

145  Life  of  Grant 

146  Life  of  Washington     (Irving) 
148  Culprit  Fay 

1 75  Paul  Jones 

195  George  Dewey 

197  Oliver  Hazard  Perry 

EIGHTH   GRADE 

*  19  The  Deserted  Village     (Goldsmith) 

37  Othello,  etc.     (Lamb)  ' 

38  The  Tempest,  etc.     (Lamb) 

51  As  You  Like  It     (Shakespeare) 

52  Merchant  of  Venice     (Shakespeare) 

53  Henry  the  Eighth     (Shakespeare) 
56  The  Elegy,  etc.     (Gray) 

66  Washington's  Farewell  Address 

80  Cotter's  Saturday  Night     (Burns) 

in  The  Prisoner  of  Chillon      (Byron) 

142  Speeches  of  Lincoln 

179  Julius  Caesar     (Shakespeare) 

180  Richard  II.     (Shakespeare) 
192  John  and  Samuel  Adams 
194  Life  of  Hamilton 

1 84  Thomas  Jefferson 

HIGH   SCHOOLS 

49  L' Allegro  and  Other  Poems 

58  Lady  of  the  Lake      Canto  II.     (Scott) 

59  Lady  of  the  Lake     Canto  III. 
65  Sir  Roger  de  Coverley 

88  Sir  Launfal     (Lowell) 

1 1 2  Lady  of  the  Lake      Canto  IV. 

113  Lady  of  the  Lake      Canto  V. 

1 14  Lady  of  the  Lake     Canto  VI. 

181  Southey's  Shorter  Poems 

1 82  Lays  of  Virginia 

183  Prophecy  of  Capys 


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